With a curt command Paul called Long Fang to him and the Chinaman,
important as he was, hastened to obey.
What was this strange power that Paul, at will, could exercise
throughout the underworld?
With a few terse questions Paul ascertained the exact condition of
affairs.
"You say, Long Fang, that all is ready?"
"All, master. We only awaited your coming."
Then with a graceful gesture he asked, "Will you so far honor your
humble servant?" as he indicated the way into another room.
Dora, followed by Paul and the Chinese, stepped through the portal and
came to a Chinese temple.
It was a large room and the decorations, although equally well executed
as those in the room they had just left, were actually terrifying.
Flying dragons and serpents done in bronze hung from the ceiling, while
on a raised dais at the farther end of the room was an enormous
squatting figure of the seven-handed god. Before it, in braziers, fire
gleamed, giving off a heavy, pungent odor that was almost overpowering
to Occidental nostrils.
On either side of the huge image hung silken curtains, in all
probability covering doorways into yet other chambers.
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